2 Known (Presidential Trap House)

[Intro: Dex Kwasi]
Turn the fucking beat up
Worzop? Yesu!
Whoa whoa

[Verse 1: Dex Kwasi]
The young hustler you can call him D E X Kwasi
Mami please say the Kwasi
You gon need an application
I be giving you the work, then Africans we want Mercedes
Got a mansion back in Mansfield but we trapping in OKC
And my all time Kanye West album Graduation
And my main motivation? When I see my homey make it
Codeine with citric acid cause these hoes way too basic
I'm on TV now I fuck my ladies in remote location
You can tell by how u say it , there's a hint of slight hating
Leather seats with the suede, Feeling smoother than a baby
For the gwop she's fornicating
I'm on Hefner going eighty
Dr. Scholls with Patrick Mohrs it prevents my feet from aching
You can tell my whole story to the ones coming after
They let me in for five minutes a nigga caused a disaster
This is a story for the Gods, obviously I'm not
If I kill your track sorry for your loss, sorry for the floss

[Bridge: Dex Kwasi]
Uhuh
Yeah Yeah
Whoa whoa whoa

[Verse 2: Dex Kwasi]
I'm young Africano, I never worked at McDowells
I always say Jeezoss, I pull yo bitch in fucking sandals
My favorite word is Bando, I don't know what it stand for
I'm sitting in a Lambo, I'm soldier, she commando
Was on the beach with Sand Nigga bitches it was random
They told me life's a bitch so don't think you're way too handsome
For her we hungry for this food u see us going thru these samples
That boy crossing over so u better watch your ankles
The police here don't give a fuck they stomping like Kirk Franklin
No tea job I always tell these hoes I'm into banking
Ballers we be on some Danky Danky
Player haters get found stanky stanky
You can tell my whole story to the ones coming after
They let me in for five minutes a nigga caused a disaster
This is a story for the Gods, obviously I'm not
If I kill your track sorry for your loss, sorry for the floss